til forever falls apart (BWWM)

|03|

|Y/N|

Another car pulled into the garage. I smiled as the woman handed her keys to Danny. He watched her ass as she walked away, biting his lip and smiling over at me. I sent him a look.

He wiped the smile from his face and mumbled sorry before handing me the keys. "What did she say was wrong?" I questioned. He looked at his clipboard and sighed. "Blood on the carpet and an oil change."

I looked at him and back over at the car.

"Did we do background checks?" Danny smiled and handed her keys to me. I unlocked the car and opened the door. Sure enough, there were blood splatters on the carpet. I rolled my eye and saw at him.

"This is the third time this month. What if she's a serial killer?" I questioned.

Danny looked at me and huffed. "You worried about that?" I stuck my tongue out at him and waved my hand over the blood. A purple light lit the spot the blood was.  Within an instance, it was gone.

I placed the keys on the counter. "I do everything else except change oil."

Danny and I own a small business who we cleaned and fixed cars. Sometimes, we get special requests, such as this. Occasionally, we get a car with blood stains or toxic chemicals spilled over the interior. It's a hassle to clean, but the money is worth it.

I walked into the house, waving my hand to open the fridge and get a drink. I hopped onto the counter. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my recent contacts. I hit the unknown number and let it dial.

She picked up after the second ring. "May's Sperm Bank. You jack it, we pack it. How may I help you?"

I sighed to myself and chuckled. It's something new with this girl every day. "It's Y/N. I need another name." I mumbled before pulling a book and pen from the drawer.

May sighed and said, "Harold Umbridge and Kate Umbridge. Been in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files for years. The wife gets her dirty money from Hydra while the husband works with their scientists." She mumbled into the phone. I wrote all of the information down in the notebook. I wasn't worried about someone finding it because to everyone else it would look like gibberish. A perk of having your own secret language.

"They have a 16-year-old, but he stays with the uncle. The uncle and child have no relation to Hydra."

"Any medical conditions?" I questioned as a loud bang came from the garage. It must have been Danny. "The wife has cancer."

"I bet Harold works with Hydra because he thinks he has a cure," I mumbled as I wrote that down. "If experimenting with other cancer patients helps him find a cure, then yeah." I chuckled.

"I'll send the rest of the info. Just standby." I closed the notebook and said, "Thanks, May." I hung up the phone as another bang came from the garage only this time it was followed by shuffling. Immediately, I ran to the door. I peeked through to see Danny's body on the ground.

A shadow walked past the door. I pulled back quickly and laid my head on the wall.

If I go now, I can make it out alive. Yet, if I leave Danny, May would kill me. Either way, I might die.

Since when have that stopped me?

I brushed a smile on my face and tiptoed back to the kitchen. I reached under the table to pull out both of the .9mms. I rounded the counter as I heard the garage door open.

"She's here. Friday, give me a scan on the building." Fuck, today was supposed to be my day off.

I multiplied myself for a second to get a good hiding space. I needed to see who or what I was dealing with.